#hand broken badly. Cain is gonna just twist it back into place nbd

[tracle0]

Snippet Sunday V

In which I give you.... more prophet story! There are other stories I could share. But you have this for now. Bus scene bus scene bus scene

Smile still placidly in place, Cain studied him again, as if he needed studying. The lights inside the bus glimmered in his eyes. He didn’t realise they were so intense, so gold. “You saw her go, then.”

“Go? Her?” Theo paused a moment. Logic clicked in his head. “You mean Sea? She’s gone?”

“Why else would the wave fall?”

“You broke her.” He’d meant it as a question, but Cain’s smile only grew wider at his words, and his heart dropped. “Wait, you – you can’t. She can’t. None of them can be broken, you didn’t…”

“Who told you that? The priests? The temples? The gods themselves?” He laughed. It was not his laugh. Something prickled up the back of Theo’s neck. “Maybe don’t believe everything you hear.”

The bus jolted, bumping over a pothole in the road. The other passengers swayed and shuddered, holding tight to the handrails lining each side of the bus. Every breath felt thick and warm, uncomfortable, muggy from too many bodies in too small a place. Theo swallowed, trying to regain some semblance of understanding. “How are you alive?” He whispered again, clinging to his initial confusion. “The wave, it… it should have torn you to pieces, the force…”

“If the force had killed me, it would have been Body’s death,” Cain lectured, as if he was an authority in this sort of area, not someone who had spent most religious classes dozing. “She wouldn’t have allowed that. I just had to swim.”

It did look like he had been dragged against the lakebed, mud and grime clinging to him. “I was watching,” Theo said pathetically. “I didn’t see you, you… what’s wrong with your hand?”

Cain glanced down. Theo felt revulsion and horror creep up his throat and stew bitterly. With how his brother’s arm was resting, his palm should have been facing his lap, but it wasn’t – somehow, he had broken it in such a way that it twisted round, palm facing skywards, skin pulled tight against the unnatural positioning.

“Oh,” Cain said. “Right.”